Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1908: 787. Primordial Overlord, Dragon Crocodile!_2

Chapter 1908: 787. Primordial Overlord, Dragon Crocodile!_2
Translator: 549690339
“Looking for death, young fool!”
His conjured image of a silver wolf shattered, the silver-robed elder no longer waited and flew towards him.
His speed was so swift that he appeared in front of Han Muye in a blink.
“Be careful of his ice-cold mystic art.”
“This guy’s speed is extremely fast.”
“He has a Fish Scale Knife that can multiply indefinitely, don’t let him get close!”
Several voices rang out.
At a distance, those ten Universe-level powerhouses were now imprisoned, but their experience and vision remained.
They were all too familiar with the combat strength and methods of the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf.
“Buzz”
A mass of snow-colored frost pressed down on Han Muye’s head.
The silver-robed elder’s body turned ethereal, spreading around Han Muye.
A cyan-grey long saber hung in mid-air, its surface flickering with the light of fish scales.
A golden halo shone in Han Muye’s eyes.
In this situation, he only needed to step back half a step to break the opponent’s mystic art.
Once the mystic art was broken, he could face it more calmly.
He could retreat.
But he didn’t want to.
Today, he wouldn’t retreat half a step.
This battle today was his first as a Universe-level powerhouse.
He was a sword cultivator.
In his bones, there was an unyielding spirit of swordsmanship.
No retreat!
With fists clenched, he took a step forward.
He faced a Wilderness Overlord head-on, peak against peak in the display of mystic arts!
“Ah, what a pity.”
“That step was a mistake.”
“Had he maneuvered for a while, there might have been a chance, but now it’s difficult.”
While most of the human race on the surrounding Stone Mountain had already withdrawn, the powerhouses from all sides at a distance were now at ease to watch the battle.
However, Han Muye’s performance at this time truly disappointed them.
To confront a Wilderness Overlord directly, they themselves were reluctant to do so.
“Die.” The silver figure converged in front of Han Muye, then a Fish Scale Knife slashed down towards his head.
This was a strike that gathered the soul and physical body, along with the power of heaven and earth.
This method seemed direct, but it was an endless assassination on the level of strength.
This strike, even for a Primordial Overlord who had stepped into the level for thousands of years, could only trade severe injuries for life.
The control of Rule Bending Powers was absolute, leaving no chance for escape.
Han Muye’s body seemed completely immobilized under this blade, only able to watch as the long knife chopped down inch by inch.
Doomed to die.
Doomed to die?
At a distance, Great Venerable Muyue gripped her long spear tightly, watching Han Muye’s figure.
She knew that even if she intervened now, she couldn’t save Han Muye.
But if Han Muye were killed today, she would not hesitate to fight to the death.
Han Muye’s gaze fell on the long knife.
The halo on the knife was bitterly cold, seeming to have shattered his soul countless times already.
This was an illusion.
But it could also be said to be the display of worldly power, the premonition of the next moment.
“With my sword in hand, I laugh at the sky; whether I stay or go, my courage fills both Kunlun Peaks.”
As the long knife fell, Han Muye suddenly uttered a light chant.
Laughing at the sky with my sword in hand.
Stay or go, both are like Kunlun Peaks.
Before him, it seemed as though an endless range of mountains converged, blocking the strike of the long knife.
What technique was this?
“Confucian power?”
“A great cultivator of Confucianism?”
“Is this a fusion of the Heaven and Earth Great Dao with Confucian power?”
Around him, cries of astonishment spread out.
Just now, Han Muye showed a boxing technique, and the physical strength he displayed was plainly that of a cultivator with profound martial arts skills.
He was someone who stepped into the divine realm with Physical Strength and became a Universe-level powerhouse.
But how could he use Confucian power against his enemy now?
These two types of powers are fundamentally impossible to fuse…
“Boom”
The mountains were shattered by a strike of the long sabers, which then transformed into countless fish scale-like flying blades, shooting directly at Han Muye.
This was the killing move of a Universe-level combat weapon!
Even if Han Muye had previously found a way to block that strike, what about this one?
Could he block this hit as well?
Unless, he had a Universe-level treasure that could counter these myriad fish scale flying blades.
All eyes were on Han Muye.
A green ink brush appeared in Han Muye’s hand.
“Kong Zhongqiu’s ink brush!”
“It really is Confucianism…”
Bamboo leaves flew out from the ink brush, colliding with the flying blades.
No one knew how many flying blades there were.
And the bamboo leaves were just as innumerable.
The flying blades carried the bitterly cold power of death.
The bamboo leaves were abundant with the vibrant force of life.
The powers of life and death intertwined, exploding before Han Muye.
This explosion of power tore through the clear and chilling mist that had shrouded him.
The Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf’s innate techniques could not withstand the explosive interweaving of the powers of life and death.
“Hum”
The shattered Flowing Light scattered, and eventually the bamboo leaves and the Fish Scale Flying Blade each reversed their course and returned.
In his hand, Han Muye held an ink brush, facing the Silver-robed Elder who was holding a long saber.
They were evenly matched.
And yet, they were not evenly matched.
The Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf took the initiative to attack, using supernatural powers, supreme treasures, and offensive skills all at once.
Han Muye, as the defending party, actually remained undefeated.
If this were the case, wouldn’t it mean that Han Muye was even stronger than a Wilderness Overlord?
“Confucian techniques are special; the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf had not anticipated this.”
“Indeed, who would have thought that this Little Friend Han had such tactics.”
A few Universe-level powerhouses looked at each other, a trace of emotion on their faces.
At this moment, their figures were locked in place by streaks of Flowing Light, only able to watch helplessly.
The thirteen Wilderness Divine Beasts were also rooted to the spot, unable to move at all.
The current situation, with Han Muye’s battle against two Wilderness Overlords, was becoming the key to deciding the outcome of the current altar battle.
However, in everyone’s view, it was impossible for Han Muye to resist two Wilderness Overlords by himself.
“Boom”
Han Muye put away the ink brush in his hand, then threw a punch.
The Silver-robed Elder, despite his grave expression, did not dare to take the punch head-on and had to step back.
But with this step backward, the surrounding heaven and earth trembled.
It seemed as if the endless power of heaven and earth was directly added to his body!
“You, you’ve drawn the power of the Heavenly Dao into yourself!”
The Silver-robed Elder’s eyes widened in shock, letting out a low cry.
“Is he a real Confucian cultivator?”
“How could that be?”
The surrounding Universe-level powerhouses all exclaimed in astonishment.
Han Muye really was a true Confucian cultivator, truly drawing the power of heaven and earth with his own strength!
Combining his own boxing power with Confucian power.
This kind of technique was unheard of.
“If he does not die today, the divine realm will surely have one more top powerhouse,” Lu Genghong said in a hushed voice, barely whispering.
The others looked at each other, their divine senses intermingling.
“Boom”
Han Muye stepped forward again, throwing another punch.
With another step, another punch.
“Boom”
In front of this barrage of punches, the Silver-robed Elder simply couldn’t stand his ground.
This power was beyond his imagination.
A junior member of the human race at the Universe level was able to suppress a demon powerhouse, leaving them unable to raise their head!
The situation today made the watching powerhouses take notice.
Among the younger generation in the divine realm, who has such strength?
“Truly, extraordinary,” a Daoist with an ancient demeanor whispered softly.
“With such physical strength, his future is limitless,” Lu Genghong’s eyes shone bright.
“Jade Gold Divine Elephant, won’t you make a move?” The Silver-robed Elder turned his head, issuing a low shout.
Under normal circumstances, he would be too proud to lose face and forsake his status as a Wilderness Overlord, he would never ask the Jade Gold Divine Elephant for help.
But today was different.
Today’s opening of the altar was a major event that the various factions of the Wasteland had been planning for a long time, at great cost.
Such an event could not end in failure on his watch.
“Hehe, fine,” came a voice in response.
A golden figure of a massive elephant that reached the sky charged forward.
The Jade Gold Divine Elephant, with its own strength as the foundation, was the most powerful physical divine beast in the Wasteland.
In the world of physical strength, it could convert the Path of Strength into Rules.
The moment the golden body charged, there was a tremendous rumbling between heaven and earth.
“Hum”
Heaven and earth were in turmoil, as if countless layers of Layered Clouds had exploded forth.
“To fight against two alone…”
“With the Jade Gold Divine Elephant’s intervention, such formidable physical strength cannot be withstood, even with the support of the Confucian Heavenly Path.”
“Alas, unless Kong Zhongqiu himself came, no one could withstand it with the power of Confucianism.”
Everyone’s faces showed a hint of dejection.
Here was an elite of the human race with immense potential, about to be slaughtered before their eyes by this strike.
It was a pity that none of them could save him.
In the face of absolute power, none of them were a match for this divine elephant.
“Dodge quickly” Lu Genghong cried out.
Dodge, who could dodge it?
Such physical strength was rare in the divine realm; those who could withstand or evade it were few and far between.
Watching the giant elephant converge from the mountains, Han Muye felt his blood boiling.
With his own strength, could he contend with this divine elephant, a rarity in the world?
Clenching his fists lightly, Han Muye lifted his head.
“Boom”
Above Han Muye’s head, the figure of a gigantic blood crocodile began to take shape—the Dragon Crocodile!
In that instant, heaven and earth fell silent.